My own worst enemy (part 2)

I'm calmer now. I'm still convinced that somebody is going to find me out at any point, but definitely calmer. I even avoided my confessional impulse. (My advisor once joked about how I start confessing things if she even looks at me oddly). I'm not kicked out of grad school, at least yet, and as far as I can tell no one is mad at me. I'd love to say that I won't repeat this worry in the future, but I probably will.